Lord of the Mysteries

“France is great.” I had plans of politely complimenting his country, but perhaps because I’m used to lampooning, I almost blurt out: “Great at surrendering.”

“Cough…” I cough dryly and say no more, lest he finds Chinese-styled sense of humor unacceptable.

After chatting for a while, I point in the direction of the airport.

“Mr. Zaratulstra will take a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we head inside and have something to drink?”

“Wine?” Rosago looks at me.

“No. I mean coffee, tea, cola, and so on. Don’t drink and drive.” I’m surprised that his first reaction towards the suggestion is wine.

You’re a professional chauffeur!

Aren’t you a little too rash?

The foreigner, Rosago, clearly didn’t understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, “Sorry, I woke up too early today and am still a little sleepy. I’ll be sleeping in the car for a while.”

“Okay.” I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I’m not against social interactions, and I’m even willing to be on good terms with people from a partnered company, I still feel a little uncomfortable thinking about having to spend a few hours with a stranger I’m not familiar with.

Even if the other party were a beauty, this feeling wouldn’t be any less.

Yes, that’s the case for me. Perhaps he shares the same thoughts. That’s probably why he chose to sleep in the car.

Returning from the parking lot to the airport, I randomly find an empty seat and sit down, not putting what I said about drinking something into practice.

It all costs money!

Based on my understanding of CEO Huang, he’s quite generous. But at the same time, as the big boss, he wouldn’t pay attention to the reimbursements of a mere employee. These sorts of trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department that follows a particular procedure.

Therefore, if I waited until noon at the airport, I would definitely be able to claim the expenses for lunch, but I would have to bear the expenses for coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. Those are unnecessary expenses.

Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to join me for the meal, then I would be able to claim such expenses—client entertainment!

For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite sincere. At least half of it was true.

After sitting for a while and using my phone, I suddenly realize a serious issue:

had

left in

feel my thirst and hunger, I decide

some random slice of bread? I stand up and head to

looks like it sells local delights, I turn in and look for food that’s

buzzes as I approach the

matter?” I

comes from the

is undergoing a thunderstorm.

Zaratulstra will switch to

unlucky…

wait

definitely more than enough time because the high-speed railway station

maximum of 90 minutes from the airport to the municipal high-speed railway station. It takes less time than the time it takes from

little longer. I’ll wait for confirmation,” Rosago replies

see the door to the ice cabinet push open. A small, fair, fat hand reaches in and picks up a Baxy-branded white peach oolong-flavored

see a child that looks around

regarding its gender. Sitting in a pram, its face is chubby and it cannot stop chirping. It’s really

child eating ice cream? The parents are so irresponsible! I gaze

have no intention of stopping

don’t abuse the child, all I’ll

letting a one-year-old eat ice cream a form

child appears

railway station at

to sit down and

have been sold out.

good too. I can head back directly. I don’t have to wait

head back

again tomorrow,” Rosago says immediately. “Come to the parking lot. I’ll send

reply with a

not that I’m saving money and being greedy. After all, I can also claim my

with the

an additional order, it gives me another outlet for job-hopping in the

only problem is how I’ll get along with

be quite awkward if two unfamiliar people were to

about an hour anyway… I console myself. I leave the airport and